Trifecta, you know the drill. It’s all about the three’s and about leaving your blood on the page. Join in on this weekend’s challenge:
This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you. Below are photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge. What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge), choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own. Your piece does not have to tell an entire story. We just want to see what you can do with this particular word bank. Punctuation is up to you. Use whatever you need, whether or not it appears in the photos.
Panic pricked her, arriving to quietly devour extra sensation. Urgent, clanking thoughts shouted their need. Standing hollow-boned, her relief hung above. She touched the green needles, comforted, as the breeze carried them off.
barbara
February 23, 2013 at 10:36 pm
this is hauntingly, chillingly, beautiful
Lulo
February 24, 2013 at 1:38 pm
Thanks, Barbara! This one was a lot of fun.
sian
February 24, 2013 at 12:33 am
ooh lovely x
Lulo
February 24, 2013 at 1:38 pm
Thanks, love!
Atreyee
February 24, 2013 at 1:56 pm
So vibrantly poetic-loved it:-)
Lulo
February 24, 2013 at 11:59 pm
Thank you!
Steph
February 24, 2013 at 2:44 pm
I see the blood on the page… that first sentence makes you feel that panic devouring the sensation. Nice configuration of 33 words.
Lulo
February 24, 2013 at 11:58 pm
What a weird thing we do, that laying it all out there makes us so happy. But it does. And thank you.
draug419
February 24, 2013 at 5:44 pm
Sort of surreal. I like it (:
Lulo
February 24, 2013 at 11:58 pm
Surreal is my go to:)
KymmInBarcelona
February 25, 2013 at 3:35 am
Love the 2nd (hyperbolic! noisy!) sentence.
Also, the breeze carrying off the comfort. Waaaiiiiitt!
Lulo
February 26, 2013 at 1:03 am
Stupid breezes.
kgwaite
February 25, 2013 at 4:40 am
I love the idea of panic pricking her. And your ending line is just lovely.
Lulo
February 26, 2013 at 1:03 am
Aw, thanks!